Why it never ends

Chapter 949 Commission

"You mean, her illness is all somatic symptoms caused by psychological factors?"

"I mean, she didn't take the medicine properly at all," Xina replied. "She was just thinking about seeing Kovicko again. If you don't believe me, ask my mother about this question later. These days, she only takes a little of the medicine prescribed by Dr. Yavi when she's in a good mood, and vomits the medicine in the toilet or simply doesn't take it when she's unhappy. Can she still expect to recover like this? It's so hypocritical."

After saying that, Hina turned her chin away, as if she had no intention of paying any attention to Hesta's questions, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Hesta peeked through the half-open door. From her angle she couldn't see Chloe's bed, but she could barely hear some muffled conversation.

She thought for a while, then pushed the door open and walked in.

  At the end of the corridor, Xina stretched her neck in the dark - did the big man really go in?

……

"Mom, I'm dying...but I want to see Cody again..." the girl on the bed said weakly, "I want to hear him talk to me again, that's my only wish..."

The doctor was listening to Chloe's back with a stethoscope.

Chloe let out a breath that sounded like a sigh, which ended up being a series of horrifying wheezes.

"It has developed into a lower respiratory tract infection," the doctor said softly, "I'll write you a checkup sheet. Find a laboratory to do some tests first—"

"I don't want any tests! I want to see Kovichik!"

"…Maybe the bacteria that caused this infection is special," the doctor ignored Chloe's shouting and turned to Fatima, "so the antibiotics used before were not effective—"

"It may also be that the doctor's orders were not followed at all." Hesta said suddenly.

The voice startled both Fatima and the doctor. They turned around at the same time and saw Hesta had walked into Chloe's room uninvited.

“Madam!” Fatima’s face showed anger for the first time. “This is my daughter’s room. How can you——”

"A girl with a high ponytail, diamond-shaped earrings, and green eyes told me," Hesta continued. "She said Chloe never took her medicine on time. Sometimes even if she took it, she would go to the bathroom to induce vomiting just to see that Covey or something."

"...Xina?" Fatima's face suddenly turned pale, and she immediately turned her head, "Chloe? Is that so!"

Chloe glared at Hesta with resentment: "That's not true!"

Hesta shrugged slightly.

"Chloe, listen," Fatima's face was extremely serious, "You are taking antibiotics. You cannot stop taking this medicine without permission, otherwise it is very easy to develop drug resistance. If you continue like this, sooner or later you will become drug-free. By that time -"

"Don't worry about it, Mom. It's not important!" Chloe screamed at Fatima, "Send Kovichik to see me! As long as he comes, I will be cured of whatever disease I have!"

"You child—"

"I'd rather die now than not see Kovicki!" Chloe struggled to sit up, "Mom! If you don't want me to die, help me find him now! I must see him, I must see him--"

Seeing that the room was about to fall into chaos, Fatima turned around again and raised her voice tiredly: "Madam, can you please go out and wait for me?"

"Okay." Hesta agreed readily.

……

After about half an hour, Fatima changed her clothes and came to her own garden. In the end, Hesta did not stay in the living room, but came here to walk alone. When Fatima passed through the glass house, she saw Hesta swinging on the swing in the yard. "Good afternoon," Fatima returned to her usual friendly attitude, "You came at an unfortunate time. Today is not a good time to meet with friends."

"It's nothing, ma'am," Hesta said, jumping down from the swing, "Is Chloe okay?"

Fatima shook her head: "I can't say it's good...but I can't say it's bad either."

"Really?" Hesta was a little surprised. "I thought you would be very worried."

"The love of fourteen or fifteen years old is always so strong and frightening, but only children of this age will take love seriously... She will understand, one day she will understand everything, it just takes some time." Fatima said softly, "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I really don't have the energy to chat today-"

"I'm not here to chat with you. Ms. Hesta has some questions she wants to ask you."

"... to me?"

"Yes, to you," Hesta answered. "We are looking for a house recently. I wonder if the Baron has mentioned it to you."

"About the house," Fatima turned sideways, "Would you like to come in and sit down and talk? I'll ask the housekeeper to help with some snacks--"

"No, ma'am, I'm in a hurry today," Hesta checked the time. As long as she appeared in the city, Ximoya would come to her soon. "I have a short talk, so we can finish it here."

"Ok."

The two walked slowly together on the stone path in the garden.

"We have been here for almost two weeks. During this period, I have been out and about almost every day, but I have not been able to find a house that Ms. Hesta is satisfied with. Of course, there are some enthusiastic people who have given us some help, such as Ms. Kendai, but if I may be frank, her taste in choosing a house is too poor. It is obvious that she has no pursuit in her personal life." Hesta's original fast speaking speed slowed down here, "Unlike you, you are simply a life lover."

Fatima smiled politely.

"This is not flattery," Hesta continued, "Since last Chloe's birthday, we went to your estate in the suburbs - I must say, it was so beautifully decorated. On the way back, Ms. Hesta praised the house there. It is difficult to manage such a large garden. We all agreed that only people who love life can take care of it so well."

Fatima looked into Hesta's eyes. She had vaguely guessed the purpose of the person in front of her, but she just smiled and kept expressing her gratitude in a flattered tone.

"Perhaps you can recommend some suitable places for Ms. Hesta to recuperate?" Hesta asked. "I believe that a house that satisfies you will also be liked by us."

Fatima paused.

"Not available?"

"No, of course, I am honored to be trusted like this," Fatima looked at Hesta, as if she was still delighted by the commission, "I just don't know if I can really take on this responsibility..."

“You absolutely can.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a servant came hurriedly from a distance and whispered something in Fatima's ear.

“Oh,” Fatima turned around, “someone is outside looking for you, ma’am.”

(End of this chapter)